my pea sized brain can't hold all the insufferable scenarios I think of, so I'm going to put them here in a bid to stop ruining my characters lives lmao
January 2021
First place in The House of ARMY Awards (Jungkook Category) for 'ox//xo'
premise:a precarious exchange between the heir to seoul's largest organised crime conglomerate and a story hungry journalist.
pairing:mafiaboss!Jungkook x unnamed OC
inspiration:i just miss writing mafia jungkook lol. eunjangdo's are old korean knives made from silver.Yakuza are members of Japanese organised crime.
warnings:jungkook's an asshole, and so is she. enemies who are lovers (not *to* lovers lol). like a teeny tiny couple paragraphs of smut, maybe 300 words. mentions of crime/violence/drugs.
a/n: 유령 can be romanised a few different ways, but this (yulyeong) is the way that makes the most sense to my ears!! you might see yuryeong, or yureong in other places, but yeah!! (just like how i romanise holangi for demi he he)
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유령 yu-lyeong ghost
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SHE HADN'T EXPECTED to find herself walking the halls of his old haunt again so soon, but like a hunter of all things supernatural, she was drawn to the spirits.
She counted her obstacles: three men with suits that bulged awkwardly on their right-hand side. Guns, she guessed. Knives were too archaic for their boss. Far less efficient. She assumed the bulge came from the silencers screwed onto the barrels. Poor fuckers on the receiving end wouldn't know what was coming for them until the bullet had cracked through their ivory skulls, painting the walls with their brain matter.
One of them held the leash of a dog.
A cute little pup, a Doberman whose ears had been unnecessarily clipped, tail too. She wondered if it had actually been trained to go in for the kill, or if it was just for the aesthetic. The smoky parlour, lined with degenerates and drinking problems, was no environment for a dog.
That would be her second port of call once she was sitting at the helm of the unstable ship. Firstly, she'd patch up the holes to stop it from sinking altogether. And then secondly, she'd buy a chair specifically for the pup to curl up on in her office.
